To Theodore Roosevelt:
You are like the Wind and I like the Lion. You form the Tempest.
The sand stings my eyes and the Ground is parched. I roar in defiance but
you do not hear. But between us there is a difference. I, like the lion,
must remain in my place. While you, like the wind, will never know yours.
Mulay Hamid El Raisuli
Lord of the Riff
Sultan to the Berbers
Last of the Barbary Pirates